i'm incapable
of love, of joy, of friendship
it's impossible

don't upset me, i feel fragile.

but
in the end
who enjoyed themselves
more?

the tortoise or the hare?

i'm afraid of intimacy, scare me.

why wont words come
i have things to say
i know my message

but nothing comes out
im angry and frustrated

i want to express and not feel
empty

but when i try to show what i feel it
refuses
to show it's self.

im alone and unable to share
no one will know no one can see

because my brain wont let me rhyme
my heart wont give me word
my soul doesn't have a rhythm

and when i turn to the comfort and
therapy
of poetry....

try to let it bee also it has been...

i'm empty.

no words
no rhythm

no rhyme
no reason

i am tired, sleep with me?

and almost as soon as i start i wish i could stop

i hate thinking.

it starts off
innocent
i think of school
i think of politics

it becomes almost
dangerous
it becomes dangerous when i
inevitably
get around to the worst topic

it's dangerous for
me
to think about
me